| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: between the mere adhesion of grafted stocks, and the union of the male and
female elements in the act of reproduction, yet that there is a rude degree
of parallelism in the results of grafting and of crossing distinct species.
And as we must look at the curious and complex laws governing the facility
with which trees can be grafted on each other as incidental on unknown
differences in their vegetative systems, so I believe that the still more
complex laws governing the facility of first crosses, are incidental on
unknown differences, chiefly in their reproductive systems. These
differences, in both cases, follow to a certain extent, as might have been
expected, systematic affinity, by which every kind of resemblance and
dissimilarity between organic beings is attempted to be expressed. The
On the Origin of Species |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: bring such stuff there any more. The old man, when well enough, worked
at his trade, which was tailoring. They had two shillings and sixpence
per week from the parish."
Here is a report from the headquarters of our Slum Brigade as to the
work which the Slum Sisters have done. It is almost four years since
the Slum Work was started in London. The principal work done by our
first Officers was that of visiting the sick, cleansing the homes of
the Slummers, and of feeding the hungry. The following are a few of
the cases of those who have gained temporally, as well as spiritually,
through our work: --
Mrs. W.--Of Haggerston Slum. Heavy drinker, wrecked home, husband a
In Darkest England and The Way Out |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: himself tumultuously happy, and the people exceedingly nice,
and the night lovely, and everything good.
Mrs. Morel was sitting reading when he got home. Her health
was not good now, and there had come that ivory pallor into her face
which he never noticed, and which afterwards he never forgot.
She did not mention her own ill-health to him. After all, she thought,
it was not much.
"You are late!" she said, looking at him.
His eyes were shining; his face seemed to glow. He smiled
to her.
"Yes; I've been down Clifton Grove with Clara."
Sons and Lovers |
